Serendipitous Quotes

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Ana Claudia Antunes
“It's all a series of serendipities
with no beginnings and no ends.
Such infinitesimal possibilities
Through which love transcends.”
Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual

“It is perfectly serendipitous,' said the boy, descending the steps to the street. 'Fancy that—us meeting a second time! Of course I have wished for it, very much—but they were vain wishes; the kind one makes in twilight states, you know, idly. I remember just what you said, as we rounded the heads of the harbor—in the dawn light. "I should like to see him in a storm," you said. I have thought of it many times, since; it was the most delightfully original of speeches.'

Anna blushed at this: not only had she never heard herself described as an original before, she had certainly never supposed that her utterances qualified as 'speeches.”
Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

Nadia El-Fassi
“I think the animals we love always love us back unconditionally. Forever." Rosemary was looking down at his feet, a soft smile on her face.
"You really believe that?"
She met his gaze. "I do."
Just then, Rosemary crouched down and picked up a smooth, flat stone with a hole that went straight through it.
"Huh." She held it up to her eye.
"Don't tell me you have a secret rock collection, too?" he smirked.
"No, I've just been looking for one like this. It feels... rather serendipitous.”
Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

Michelle Collins Anderson
“It was like coming home; to a place and a feeling that was both familiar and unknown. Traipsing across the hilly woods of her Ozark land, taking worn paths and exulting in the landmarks of trees and creek and clearing in search of an elusive critter or bird. Finding instead something new or breathtaking where she least expected it: a clutch of minuscule bluebird eggs in a cavity where she had only seen woodpeckers, a spotted fawn curled nose to tail in the brush of an untended fencerow, a hollow oak that homed a hive of bees, its walls of waxy cells thick with golden honey.
The comfort of sameness, the astonishment in the unanticipated.”
Michelle Collins Anderson, The Moonshine Women